My Salvador Dali

November 4, 2011

By Anonymous, Westlake, OH

Image Credit: Franziska K., Milford, CT

The author's comments:

For Josh.
Without you this may have never been written,
before you my pen had no ink..

I live in a world that you’ve built for me. A personal hell. I am no longer an individual. I live in a world that is dali created. 12-year-olds are emancipated, and nothing is off limits for anyone, as long as they can pay. I live in a world I wanted to enter. Through the portal with a secret code. It made me sick to my stomach before I met you, felt the other side. I live in a world where I am in love with half of a man. Who loves a changed me Deranged, Frightened, Sour, Evil. I live in a world that is so different from normality. When I return from where I came, I can’t even speak my own language anymore. I live in a world where I am cool and I am not known by other names. W****, S***, Drug addict, Psycho, Fat. I live in a world that is a false escape. Away from the people who try to make me believe people are defined by their morals. I live in a world where I am a servant instead of a goddess. That makes me the good girl instead of the bad girl, where every other person i know has done something worse than I have. I live in a world where everyone is in they’re own world When they say they have your back they don’t mean it. I live in a world where everyone is your best friend until the cops show up and they are looking for you. I live in a world where no one gives you anything for free. Favors are ALWAYS repaid. Everyone is selfish. No allies. I live in a world where everyday is different than the last I don’t notice because I can’t remember yesterday. I live in this world I want to go home. I am going to go home. Though it may be a frightening journey, this is not my home. I can’t stay here.

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